brooke

I need to breathe_ I manage to get out, his hold on me loosens slightly.__ need you

Brooke stared in surprise. __ou brought me lunch?___ was in the neighborhood.__he checked out the label on the bag. __MK is twenty minutes from here.___ was in that neighborhood, and now I__ here,_ he said in exasperation. __eriously, woman, you are impossible to feed._ He strode over and set the bag on her desk. __ne cheeseburger with spicy chipotle ketchup and a side of sweet potato fries__hosen specifically for a certain spicy and sweet girl I know__nd a green dill pickle for your eyes. So there._ He crossed his arms over his chest.Brooke studied him. __ou seem very ornery right now.___s a matter of fact, I am.___hy?___ don__ know,_ he huffed. __ust . . . eat your Brooke Burger. Stop asking so many questions. Sometimes a guy just wants to buy a girl lunch. Any objections to that? Good. Enjoy your Sunday, Ms. Parker.__e strode out of her office, gone as quickly as he__ appeared.Brooke stared at the doorway and blinked.

For a moment, there was silnece, and then at Brooke's nod, the rest of the Squad, minus me, chimed in. "Yes, sir."I said nothing. For one thing, I wasn't exactly keen on speaking in unison, and for another, I wasn't about to make any promises I couldn't keep. "Toby."I jumped in my seat. The Voice actually knew my name. And somehow, he had the freaky ability to ascertain that of all of us, I was the one who hadn't responded. "Do you understand?"I contemplated telling him what I didn't understand was his familial relationshiops, but stayed momentarily silent, causing everyone within a three-foot radius to kick me under the table at